Chapter 2:

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The guy and I kept quiet for a while until he finally said; "You're hard to catch Cameron. I hope you know that." I was stunned. How did he know me? Does he work for the Circle? How could I be so stupidly trusting as to get on a ride with a total stranger? He probably had agents surrounding the place. I was probably trapped.

"Who…who's Cameron?" I asked, clinging to my cover.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, even though he probably wasn't. "Do you prefer Maggie Paige?" I sighed at my cover name, slumping in my seat.

"How'd you find me?" I asked in a monotone voice. If he had found me so easily I at least wanted to know how so as to avoid it in the future. If there even was a future for me. Which there probably wasn't.

"I didn't." I looked at him curiously. "I'm just here on a CoveOps assignment. According to Mr. McGain your mother found you and thought a rescue mission would be too difficult for your Gallagher Girls since you'd recognize anyone coming after you."

"Okay I am completely confused. Mom sent Blackthorn students to come get me?" He laughed.

"Oh, I'm not from Blackthorn. Those idiots wouldn't know a black bag job (A surreptitious entry operation usually conducted by the FBI against a domestically located foreign intelligence target, *Thank you Google!*) from a black operation (Clandestine or covert operations not attributable to the organization carrying them out)."

I stiffened at his insults. "Hey, they're not that bad. I actually have a few friends there!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know about you and Goode." I was furious. How did this complete stranger know about my almost non-existent love life? And who's we?

"For your information, I wasn't even talking about him! I meant Grant… Jonas…" I stopped. I may not have had as many Blackthorn friends as I thought. At least not good ones. Friends I mean, not good spies. "I know more and not all of them are idiots. Really it's just Grant." He just rolled his eyes and then his words from before sunk in. "Wait so if you're not from Blackthorn where are you from?"

"Edison Academy for Advanced Students. Cover story, boarding school for the most brainy (is that a word?) students in the country. Harder to get into than Harvard. There's more than one reason for that though. The main one being that it's a spy school. Specifically for pavement artists. Like you."

For the second time since stepping onto the Ferris Wheel I was speechless. Then the dam keeping me from speaking burst.

"Another school for spies? Edison school? As in Thomas Edison? The inventor? And just for pavement artists? Since when do they only let pavement artists into a spy school? And what do you mean just like me? I mean, I know I'm a pavement artist but you made it sound like you were trying to get me, you know, like into the school."

The guy (I still didn't know his name) laughed at my outburst. "Thomas Edison didn't just invent the light bulb you know. And since when are other spy schools surprising? Why not one for pavement artists?" He had a point. "As for the last one… yeah. From what I've over heard my school's been trying to get Gallagher to let you transfer for years, but your mom wasn't havin' it."

I considered my newfound discovery. "Last question. How do you know about Gallagher and Blackthorn when we don't know about you?"

"Easy. My school has a higher clearance level than yours and Blackthorn."

"What is it?" I asked.

"What?"

"Your school's clearance level!" I sounded exasperated. "What is it?"

"Level 7." He looked smug.

I paused. "Impressive," I said starting to smile. Maybe getting caught wasn't so bad after all.

Yes, I'm sorry it's so short but I only had time to write for like 40 minutes! While babysitting my brother! Forgive me? *sigh* Yeah I didn't think so.

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